 | The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) |  |
ODE X. To Lyce.
Though you were born of Savage Race,
Marry'd in Scythia or in Thrace,
Would you not weep, to see me wait
In Wind and Rain before your Gate?
Marry'd in Scythia or in Thrace,
Would you not weep, to see me wait
In Wind and Rain before your Gate?
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Hark! What a Noise your Windows make?
Whilst all the Trees around you shake;
The Storms like hollow Thunders sound,
And rattling Hail-stones beat the Ground.
Whilst all the Trees around you shake;
The Storms like hollow Thunders sound,
And rattling Hail-stones beat the Ground.
Venus abhors all Female Pride,
Then lay Disdain and Scorn aside;
You from a gentle Off-spring came,
Penelope's no Roman Dame.
Then lay Disdain and Scorn aside;
You from a gentle Off-spring came,
Penelope's no Roman Dame.
If neither Gifts nor Pray'rs can win
Your Heart, whilst we grow pale and pine,
If you neglect your Poet's Vows,
And doat upon a Roving Spouse;
Your Heart, whilst we grow pale and pine,
If you neglect your Poet's Vows,
And doat upon a Roving Spouse;
Yet let your Scorn and Rigour end;
Since Snakes grow mild, and Oaks will bend:
A Night, like this, must quickly tame
The warmest Youth, and quench his Flame.
Since Snakes grow mild, and Oaks will bend:
A Night, like this, must quickly tame
The warmest Youth, and quench his Flame.
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